My audience...

So now I see - it's all coming together. I blog about stuff that meets with little to no response for DAYS and now I blog about pills and booze and suddenly WHAM! You all have something to say.

Well at least I know what my target audience is, ya bunch a drunk pill popping freaks! I love each and every last one of your lush asses.

Last night I took a cooking class with the Pea and her man, Susan-the-lurker, and my girlfriend Cathy, who is not the leader of the la leche league who posts hear every now and again and lurks all the time. The class? Knife skills. My husband should be afraid, be very afraid. We got lectured on knife care - dishwasher is a BIG no. Which I guess I've always known...it just doesn't seem like you should put large knives in there. And knowing good knives from bad knives, and cutting boards, yes cutting boards.

Now I've always been a wood girl, myself (insert your own jokes here). I grew up cutting on a butcher's block and have always loved it. Then some yahoo came out and said that we're all going to die miserable salmonella deaths if we continue to cut chicken on wood - so I added a plastic cutting board to the mix. It's a lie folks - A LIE - spawned from the same conspiracy that tries to tell us that eggs cause cancer and red meat is bad for you and cigarettes are addictive on purpose. What? That last one is true? Damn you Philip Morris!!!!

Basically wood heals. You cut chicken on wood and eventually the wood kind of fills itself in. Plastic heals not. That cut will stay there - just as deep, just as bacteria holding as the day you cut it. Ewwwwww, bacteria. So really you should always cut on wood - clean it in soapy water and let it air dry.

Okay, so this is now Friday and I think I started this yesterday, and I have no idea how to finish these thoughts...posting anyway...